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Prologue:
“One more push, Mrs. Thomas!!! Push!”
Marilyn Monroe Thomas Lee pushed as hard as she could and listened to the angelic noise that was her newborn baby’s cry.
“It’s a girl!! Congratulations! What are you gonna name her?”
Right then, the new father of this gorgeous baby girl blurted out, “It has to be something beautiful… It’s Marilyn-just like her beautiful mother.”
“Oh, we can’t, I don’t like my name.”
“How do we know she won’t? She might like it.”
“Fine, but when she gets to be the age of eight, we are gonna ask her if she likes it.”
“That’s fine with me.”
　
　
　
Marilyn and Luke Thomas left the hospital overjoyed that they had a child more beautiful than they even imagined.
When they got home, they put their baby girl in her brand new, lavender colored crib. It matched the curtains and rug. They closed the door and went downstairs to eat.
That night, up in the quiet little bedroom Marilyn had set up especially for little girl, something terrible happened.
Marilyn Mia Thomas opened her eyes for the first time, only to take the first and last look at the world around her. Her breathing pattern slowed and her heart skipped a beat every few seconds. Baby Marilyn died at 10:44 pm.
Through the rest of the night, thunder boomed. The mother got worried, it was loud and scary and her baby wasn’t screaming and crying. She went upstairs to check on her daughter.
She screamed. Luke ran into the room.
“What’s wro-…. Oh, my GOD!!”
Luke ran to the side of his daughter’s crib. He lifted her up and touched her cheek.
Then, a man in a black trench coat with shoulder length, wavy black hair appeared in the corner of baby Marilyn’s room.
“I can see this may be a bad time for you, but I think I can help.”
“Who the fuck are you?!?!?!” Marilyn Lee screamed.
“That’s not important. Do you want your child to live?”
“Yes! Please, help us! What can you do? Are you a doctor?”
“No. But I can help. I just need you to promise me that I will be able to see your daughter when she is an adult.”
“Fine, you will be able to see her. Just help us, and bring her back.”
“I need you to go get a towel, and I need you to go get me a bowl of water.”
Marilyn and Luke went downstairs to get what the mysterious man told them to.
When they came back, he was gone. There was a note laying on the baby’s pillow.
‘My work here is done until February 14, 2011.’
“2011? Her eighteenth birthday?”
　Chapter One:“Give me more ones, man!! Come on! Before her shift is over!”
The crowd goes crazy when the lovely, busty Marilyn is on. The crowd at the Blue Metals strip club.
Marilyn being 5’11” and a 36DD, of course they would love her. Everybody thought her Double-D breasts were implants. But, they were real. Something she had grown up with. When she was thirteen, she was a 38D and 5’7”.
Marilyn smiled as her adoring fans threw their money and perverted compliments at her feet. She imagined she was somebody important, somebody people cared about. Someone who was loved, not for their body, but for their soul. Their emotions, their mind. Her mind. Not that she didn’t appreciate the sex comments when she got them. The men at the club made her feel pretty.
Okay, so maybe they were perverts. Maybe they were disgusting and shamed upon at home. But they needed her to get through their day. That was the one thought that made her feel like a human being and not a filthy whore.
“Okay, that was Ms. Marilyn Sky.” the announcer at the podium said with much enthusiasm. “Thank you, Marilyn!”
She walked off stage counting the money in her green silk thong. She grabbed at the dollar bills hanging out of the matching bra. Oh, how she adored such fine places to carry her earnings. And, it also gave the customers pleasure.
“What’d you get this time?” asked Marilyn’s boss, Evan Richman.
“Three forty-seven. Not my best night, I guess. Here, one seventy-five. That enough for you?”
“That’s fine, Mere.” Everyone who knew Marilyn called her Mere. Pronounced like air with an m in front.
Mere handed Evan the money and walked around to work her shift at the bar. She was the star of the show and the one who gave you a drink afterwards.
“What’s the strongest drink you got?” asked a tall man with clear blue eyes.
“I don’t know, ask her.”
The man turned to Marilyn and asked, “Mere, what’s the strongest drink you have?”
“I’ll tell you if you tell me how you know my name.”
“Fair enough, I was with your parents the night you were born.”
A sharp sting sent chills up Marilyn’s spine. Her parents died when she was eleven. She’s been running from the Child Services ever since. She still is. Marilyn is seventeen at the moment. She made up a fake name and looked for the easiest applying job. A stripper.
“You were there? I look a lot different now, I’m not a newborn. How did you know it was me?”
“I had a hunch. No biggy. You do look very different. I wanted to see what you looked like before your eighteenth birthday.”
“Shhhh! They think I’m nineteen! You can’t be here, you’ll ruin everything.”
“I promise you, I will not. I just want to see you in private, if you know what I mean.”
Marilyn felt a sudden rush of depression. She thought she would have a friend that didn’t know her as a slut. A guy friend, too. But, all he wanted was a lap dance.
“Yeah, follow me.”
The man smiled and followed her into the second room in a line of four, on the right. Inside, there was a metal chair bolted to the floor. Behind that, there was a wall covered in tiled mirrors. And in front of the chair, there was a tall silver pole. And all around the room, there was a pink and red tinted curtain.
“Sit down. What’s your name?”
“That depends on what you wanna call me.”
“I wanna call you a pervert, but that would scare ya away and upset the boss.”
“It’s gonna take more than that to scare me away.”
He turned his head to look at her, and smiled.
“Why don’t you sit down?”
“Against the rules. Now, you can sit down and enjoy your time with me, or you can get the shit beat outta you by a stripper. Your choice.”
“Why don’t you sit down?”
Marilyn walked to the chair and sat down. It was as if she immediately changed her mind without a single thought of what she was doing.
The man without a name-at least, he’s not admitting to one-stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He massaged her neck and shoulders in an almost orgasmic way. She smiled and looked at the floor.
“Yes, I was there. If your parents were still alive, they would keep you out of places like this. You would be in school. They would try and keep me away from you.”
“Why? You seem fine. Is it some kind of family rival or something?”
“No, I made a deal with your parents the night you were born. Ya see, you died after they brought you home. I told them I could bring you back to life, but in return, I could get to see you when you were older. I might’ve betrayed their trust and came a few days earlier, but I doubt they’ll mind.”
“You brought me back to life? How?”
“Just…like….this…” And the mysterious man sunk his teeth into her neck. Marilyn screamed as all the color faded from her face and coldness took over. She could feel it spreading, icy cold numbness moved down her body. It was so cold, it burned. Then, her face stung with heat.
He lifted his head and said, “It’s a little different, bitter. But, I can change that.” He bent down to her side and looked her in the eye. “If you let me”
Marilyn grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled him closer. He could feel the rage taking control of her body. He could see it in her eyes.
“What the fuck did you do, you sick bastard?”
“I just made your life a whole lot easier.”
She threw her head back and tried to scream, but nothing came out. She tried one more time, before she passed out.
When Marilyn woke up, it looked like she was lying on the floor of a public restroom. The man who asked for a lap dance and gave Mere chills walked out of a stall, shifting his hair out of his eyes.
“She was a wiggly one. But, I got her.” Behind the man, lied a young woman. Probably still a teenager like Mere.
“What’d you do? Did you kill her?”
“Yep, don’t worry I locked one in the car for you.”
“For me? I don’t wanna kill anybody!!!”
“Oh, you will. You will want to attack everything that moves. It’s kind of sexy, in my mind. But I probably think a lot different then you.”
“That’s disgusting and illegal. We could get in serious trouble.”
“Come on, just try it. How do you know if you don’t like it, if you don’t try it?”
“Well, this is different.”
“Different, how?”
“I don’t wanna kill anybody. I don’t even know your name yet. What’s your name?”
“Baby, you can call me whatever you want.”
“Okay, asshole, let the girl in the car go.”
“But, we were gonna have a lot of fun with her. She’s real pretty. You should see her.”
“I don’t care. Let her go.”
“Alright, anything for you.”
The man called Asshole walked out of the restroom and walked to a shiny, black Camaro.
He pulled out a young teenage girl with black hair from the backseat. She was crying. Probably because her mouth was sewn shut.
Marilyn ran to the girl and knelt down beside her.
“What the hell did you do?!?!” Marilyn screamed at the man.
“Baby, be quiet. People will hear you.”
“I hope they do.” Though while saying this, she was whispering.
“I can’t fix her mouth, so we might as well kill her.”
The girl nodded her head. Tears streamed down her face and she looked down at the ground.
“You do it, then. I can’t go to Hell.”
“Sweetheart, you only go to Hell if you die. You can’t die. Remember when I bit you? You’re completely immortal now. You wouldn’t have died before I bit you, either, but, this just makes things more official. Now, all you have to do, is bite somewhere on her body, suck the blood out and dispose of the body.”
“Anywhere? I thought you had to bite the neck?”
“Nope, you can bite anywhere.”
Marilyn took the girl’s hand and sunk her teeth into the warm, sweet flesh on the wrist.